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Loud Silence: June 2010
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Thursday, June 17, 2010. She had now made her decision. My kingdom of thought I reign secure. Not a part of it is close to being impure. To seize it from me you try hard. Once given but now I stand guard. The blood now was washed off. All with the feelings, with the remorse. Taking the lead, leading my mind to its grave. Now that its shattered but once used to be brave. I follow you but later I stray. To my God that I religiously pray. Defeated or victorious was she? You seem to know the secret door.
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Loud Silence: Two lives
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Friday, July 22, 2011. Across the table, he sat with the most curious eyes ever. He kept looking at me. The innocent stare oblivious of what I was about to tell him was pricking me inside. Love and responsibility are two very different things. Oh no. that’s not how I want to start the conversation. Did I sense a lack of maturity or plain disowning of what had happened? July 22, 2011 at 11:42 AM. The last 3 lines.absolute brilliance :). July 24, 2011 at 9:06 AM. September 24, 2011 at 6:54 AM. The Day I Die.
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Loud Silence: April 2010
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Wednesday, April 7, 2010. Seated unwillingly with the window near,. Nothing around me to make me cheer. Chirpy, merry and bright it was outside,. But dark, tearful and gloomy on the inside. Of only one thing I truly desire,. Grant me something I so aspire. I yearn for freedom, I long for liberty,. Why am I treated so indifferently? This bondage ties me down,. The captivity of it makes me frown. A reason, a bright side to it I fail to see,. All I want to do is merely break free. This provides me no solace,.
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Loud Silence: Besieged love
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Thursday, June 17, 2010. She had now made her decision. My kingdom of thought I reign secure. Not a part of it is close to being impure. To seize it from me you try hard. Once given but now I stand guard. The blood now was washed off. All with the feelings, with the remorse. Taking the lead, leading my mind to its grave. Now that its shattered but once used to be brave. I follow you but later I stray. To my God that I religiously pray. Defeated or victorious was she? You seem to know the secret door.
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Loud Silence: July 2011
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Sunday, July 24, 2011. You stand at the line with the rest. The stance which is almost perfect. In your mind you know this is no test. All fingers on ground, knee bent down. You know this is what you do best. You know how this works,. On the count of 3 you run. Looks easy isn’t it? Let me tell you its not. Not when you put feelings into it. When the gun shot fires. You wait no second. You chase your desires. Looking no where but the finish line. To get the start lead your heart aspires. That is the moment.
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Loud Silence: ?
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Thursday, September 2, 2010. What makes a difference. What leads to a change. Dialectic in the mind. Commonness is entirely unforeseen. Moving about the self made ideals. His own shadow is his company. Challenged, tested and untested. His is not a borrowed brain. The one who walks. On the untrodden path. The thinking inbuilt or developed. Is to set him apart. A sense of difference sways. Is a genius born or is he made? September 2, 2010 at 10:56 AM. Reminds me of Roark. September 4, 2010 at 9:04 AM.
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Loud Silence: September 2010
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Thursday, September 2, 2010. What makes a difference. What leads to a change. Dialectic in the mind. Commonness is entirely unforeseen. Moving about the self made ideals. His own shadow is his company. Challenged, tested and untested. His is not a borrowed brain. The one who walks. On the untrodden path. The thinking inbuilt or developed. Is to set him apart. A sense of difference sways. Is a genius born or is he made? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). There was an error in this gadget. The Day I Die.
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Loud Silence: Untitled
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Saturday, June 5, 2010. Wisps of clouds floated in the air,. Its reflection clear in the lake. Amidst the forest a disturbing silence swayed,. Unperturbed by it, with the wind the leaves played. Fallen leaves rustled,. Around the corner of the bush,. It ran for its life,. To not be someone else' food. The stealthy legs carried its body,. Running in a manner brisk and smooth. The distance lessened, the catch was near. A leap forward and the victory was clear. With thumping heart and bated breath,. Losing ...
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Loud Silence: Trapped
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Wednesday, April 7, 2010. Seated unwillingly with the window near,. Nothing around me to make me cheer. Chirpy, merry and bright it was outside,. But dark, tearful and gloomy on the inside. Of only one thing I truly desire,. Grant me something I so aspire. I yearn for freedom, I long for liberty,. Why am I treated so indifferently? This bondage ties me down,. The captivity of it makes me frown. A reason, a bright side to it I fail to see,. All I want to do is merely break free. This provides me no solace,.
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